"Jaysus-- Lookit this now... Another pretty boy findin' himself on the islands with a pretty blouse and the wind in his hair." He snorts, taking a long drink of his rum. "Wonder how long he'll last before th'sharks get to 'im..."

I believe you answered your own question there, didn't you Anon? If you would like a more concrete metaphor, they taste like fear and despair, pure ambrosia for a Nightmaren, once all the Ideya have been ripped out.

Alex: yes

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